Of Not Communicating One's Glory
One has some glory—brutal and rough, a kind of encounter
Fame is not pursuant
The splendid enterprise, peerage, and trench—
Let us consider that flourish
I had a friend who gloried, this seemed invisible to some
He broke apart his face, he promoted
"That was abandoning reputation to cover up shame"
As evening borrows its tickle from sun
And from retrospect, with alarm
"I don't know anyone has got clean rid of it"
Copyright Credit: Hannah Brooks-Motl, "Of Not Communicating One’s Glory" from M. Copyright © 2015 by Hannah Brooks-Motl. Reprinted by permission of The Song Cave.
Source: M (The Song Cave, 2015)